Juniper Anne

Juniper Anne

Generally a beginner at creative writing, however enjoy writing poems and lyrics

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Summer Field

The grass felt different under her feet, the soft tickle of the blades between her toes now almost nonexistent. As she floated across the open grassy plain, she thought back to better days, when this piece of land was rich with the sounds of children playing ball games, friends bathing in the warm summer sun, laughing and joking away while the bees buzzed around. Now this space felt cold, empty of...

Finally Winning

His biceps raged with a burn he hadn’t felt before, sweat seeping from the seam of his sports cap, his rep speed unlike anything he’d ever displayed. Could this be it? could he finally prove them all wrong? ‘Why not me? 3 years of hard training, its my time!’ These thoughts raced through his mind repeatedly, timed with the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat.


Deyton Jill was a small, sliver of a m...

She Unknown

She sat facing the shoreline, her salt coated brunette locks floated gently in the evening summer breeze. I couldn’t see her face, I could just make out her silhouette in the back drop of the west coast sunset.

It was the first time I had set eyes on her, and yet I felt that pull toward her, as though she was a magnet, and I a fleck of iron, edging closer to her.


Strangers are a common sight her...

One Summers Day

There’s a crash at the end of the street

Piercing in the summer heat

Stopping you dead on your feet

The screaming is hardly discrete


The van hit a wall you see

Then bounced back into a tree

Where old Tom sat with a cup of tea

He’s dead, between you and me


His poor wife had popped to the loo

Luckily, or she’d be dead too

Such a tragic event, that much is true

All in a golden afternoon, under the...

Behind The Curtain

She smiles, and waves

They watch her leave

But it’s not her

As she turns


Alone, at home

She watches the leaves

That’s her

Where they can’t see


There’s people, sort of

They’re there for her

But are they

And it’s not really her


Alone, at home

Where she watches the leaves

That’s really her

She doesn’t want them to see...